˜"*°•.Short Yandere stories. But with a twist....You don't know who the Yandere is until the end! •°*"˜
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(Y/N) put her sunglasses back on her head. After all of the fishermen stopped laughing. Benjamin reached out to the young lady. "I don't have reading glasses. But I can read it instead." He offered. (Y/N) nodded. It only made sense for someone else to read it if she could.
"How to get your friends to stop bullying you for being colorblind, a helpful guide..." He read and raised his eyebrows in disbelief. Ranbob tilted his head to the side and wondered what was on the man's mind.
"Is this true??" Isaac asked just before Benjamin could ask the same exact thing. "It was an ancient book we found. We don't really know if it's true or not." Ranbob answered taking the book into his hands. And putting it back on the crafting table right afterwards.
(Y/N) thought about the king on the pictures in front of her. Was he really a good king?? Was Eret really a tyrant?? Either way George seemed like a really nice person in her opinion. "We can continue to go down here." Ranbob walked down another hallway which lead to a small room. Half of it black the other half of it white.
"This is- This is actually ehhh...Room dedicated to Ranboo." Ranbob stuttered as all of the visitors gasped in delight. They looked around and saw multiple beds and two black and white tables. "Ranboo?? Your name is Ranbob..." Muttered Isaac connecting the dots. Ranbob nodded slightly.
"So uh...I'm a descendant of Ranboo on my mother's side." Ranbob continued. Isaac hopped on one of the beds and started looking through the barrels that were above them. "Mother's side?" He repeated what Ranbob said and chuckled.
"Yes." Ranbob answered his tone serious and also kind of cold. Isaac went silent and continued to look through the chests. "And my ancestors were the book keepers. They had some of the best memories and kept track of the history and wrote most of the history books that we use now to uh..."
Ranbob stopped himself as if he was trying to remember something. The fishermen were surprisingly silent as well. "To know what happened. He was the greatest of writers...His memory it was supreme. He wrote everything down and kept track of it for the rest of the generations."
(Y/N) smiled warmly at how happy Ranbob seemed when he talked about his ancestors. As she was listening to what Ranbob was saying she saw Isaac pull out a book from one of the barrels. "Here's a book." Isaac quickly noted. It was more than evident from his voice that he didn't really pay attention to what Ranbob was saying.
